this is going to be long. forget the pete/brendon kink...THIS ONE is my favorite (although the pete/bden is still ONE of my favorites)
okay...lets see how this goes. i feel yucky and my brain is mlehhh but i'll try to decribe how fucking icredible i really think this was as best as i can.
firstly, i LOVE the whole beginning part...how ryan is all hurt and pissed off, because that SO WOULD HAPPEN. and the way brendon is all figity and ryan keeps getting annoyed at him (but he sekretly wants to push him up against the wall and fuck him 'til it falls down... i mean. what?) and how it is SO THEM and SO REALISTIC that it makes me want to flipping squeal and do flips, because THAT SO WOULD HAPPEN. ARGGIDFSDIFNIDOSHFDIOSFHIODSNIFSDFDSOPFNIDPSNFSHFIOUEBSIFOE(H#IBFH#H()#FHD*(FUH#*YHIBFDFY&^DS&F&DGSFG*(F#
i'm gonna attempt to quote my favorite parts, but this is basically a fail, because i love the whole thing. so. *shrugs* but its good for you to know what parts the readers like because it helps you improve so i'm gonna stop rambling and actually start quoting now:
Brendon hops up on the counter, knocking over bottles as he wiggles his butt, trying to wedge himself into a spot.
"Brendon," Ryan sighs, righting the bottles and scooting his chair a few inches away. THIS WOULD SO HAPPEN OMG. AND BRENDONS ASS. ENOUGH SAID.
Ryan doesn't get much work done before his right hand drops forcefully to the counter, the little stick of eyeliner clicking obnoxiously as it hits the surface. He lifts his eyes to Brendon's, dark and warning, his other hand coming down firm on Brendon's knee, curling his fingers around it and pressing hard, and it's only then Brendon realizes he'd been bouncing it compulsively, foot braced on the edge of Ryan's seat. i would just like to say that i am so familiar with this part. i have that nervous habit of bouncing my legs (fucking ADD) uncontrolably, so people are constantly smacking their hands down on them to make me stop. *hides face* thats so embarrassing, omg. and I CAN'T STOP. ryan just doesn't understand. only bden does. its bad. but this was cute, i loved this. maybe its only cuz i can really relate, but still. *shrugs, blushes and moves on*
"I like watching you." JIDNOPFISDNFIDHSOPFIESHYIEBFEUYTY*)WEBGRG#(Y_(#FEF. BRENDON. YOU WOULD BE THE DEATH OF ME, I SWEAR.
It's art, Brendon realizes, visual art, something that doesn't come naturally to Ryan, and Ryan treats it as such, slowing and doubling his efforts and taking extra care that each line, each wave of color, each curl, is flawless. i don't even have words. this is what i mean by talent, bby. sweet jesus, just...ryan would BE LIKE THAT. you know? and you portrayed that perfectly. idk. i'm not making much sense, but ily, so idc. *shrugs*
"Can I do you?" i mentally added "in more ways than one" onto that. then i mind-screamed: YES PLS!!!!
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Date: 2008-12-17 11:05 pm (UTC)although the pete/bden is still ONE of my favorites)okay...lets see how this goes. i feel yucky and my brain is mlehhh but i'll try to decribe how fucking icredible i really think this was as best as i can.
firstly, i LOVE the whole beginning part...how ryan is all hurt and pissed off, because that SO WOULD HAPPEN. and the way brendon is all figity and ryan keeps getting annoyed at him (
but he sekretly wants to push him up against the wall and fuck him 'til it falls down...i mean. what?) and how it is SO THEM and SO REALISTIC that it makes me want to flipping squeal and do flips, because THAT SO WOULD HAPPEN. ARGGIDFSDIFNIDOSHFDIOSFHIODSNIFSDFDSOPFNIDPSNFSHFIOUEBSIFOE(H#IBFH#H()#FHD*(FUH#*YHIBFDFY&^DS&F&DGSFG*(F#i'm gonna attempt to quote my favorite parts, but this is basically a fail, because i love the whole thing. so. *shrugs* but its good for you to know what parts the readers like because it helps you improve so i'm gonna stop rambling and actually start quoting now:
Brendon hops up on the counter, knocking over bottles as he wiggles his butt, trying to wedge himself into a spot.
"Brendon," Ryan sighs, righting the bottles and scooting his chair a few inches away.
THIS WOULD SO HAPPEN OMG. AND BRENDONS ASS. ENOUGH SAID.
Ryan doesn't get much work done before his right hand drops forcefully to the counter, the little stick of eyeliner clicking obnoxiously as it hits the surface. He lifts his eyes to Brendon's, dark and warning, his other hand coming down firm on Brendon's knee, curling his fingers around it and pressing hard, and it's only then Brendon realizes he'd been bouncing it compulsively, foot braced on the edge of Ryan's seat.
i would just like to say that i am so familiar with this part. i have that nervous habit of bouncing my legs (fucking ADD) uncontrolably, so people are constantly smacking their hands down on them to make me stop. *hides face* thats so embarrassing, omg. and I CAN'T STOP. ryan just doesn't understand. only bden does. its bad. but this was cute, i loved this. maybe its only cuz i can really relate, but still. *shrugs, blushes and moves on*
"I like watching you."
JIDNOPFISDNFIDHSOPFIESHYIEBFEUYTY*)WEBGRG#(Y_(#FEF. BRENDON. YOU WOULD BE THE DEATH OF ME, I SWEAR.
It's art, Brendon realizes, visual art, something that doesn't come naturally to Ryan, and Ryan treats it as such, slowing and doubling his efforts and taking extra care that each line, each wave of color, each curl, is flawless.
i don't even have words. this is what i mean by talent, bby. sweet jesus, just...ryan would BE LIKE THAT. you know? and you portrayed that perfectly. idk. i'm not making much sense, but ily, so idc. *shrugs*
"Can I do you?"
i mentally added "in more ways than one" onto that. then i mind-screamed: YES PLS!!!!